Chapter 910 Ambush
After eating a tasteless breakfast of croissants, soft-boiled eggs and milk, Cassel fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.
This guy thought hard all night last night and still couldn't figure out why he and his daughter were targeted by secret service organizations or spies.
Jack has read almost all of his works. The only one that can be related to spies is the one mentioned before. Because the protagonist’s background is somewhat involved with the CIA, he went to Langley to research the novel. .
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door. Jack went to open the door. Brian, who had gone out at midnight last night, appeared at the door carrying a violin case and two black sports shoes, one large and one small. Bag.
"I don't know if this meets your requirements, but this is the best equipment I can get in France."
Jack opened the violin case and took a look. Inside was a disassembled AR system The assault rifle looks like an SR25 at first glance, but the details are very different. It is also equipped with a "Shenfire" silencer and a 6×48 mm scope.
"Uh" he pondered for a moment and asked with some uncertainty, "Is this a British product?"
Brian nodded, "L129A1, a precision shooter in active service in the British Army. Rifle. "
Mao Zi's pistol and Ying's rifle. The American agents and himself, the Chinese soul piercer, were dealing with a mysterious organization in Paris, France. It was rare for them to have all the elements of the five gangsters together.
Jack quickly checked it over and was quite satisfied. Although it was not a new gun, it probably had not been fired a few times. The rifling was still new and it was well maintained. Apart from the smell of gun oil, there was almost no smell of gunpowder that had been fired. But wait. It takes a few shots to feel completely at ease.
“Here are the ghillie suits and throat mics you want.” Brian handed over the slightly smaller black sports bag again.
When Jack opened it, he found not only a camouflage suit and a communicator, but also chocolates and empty mineral water bottles.
It is just before 6 o'clock in the morning. According to their discussion last night, Jack, who is responsible for lurking snipers, has to go to the scene in advance to ambush, which means that he has to find a place to lie motionless like a real sniper. It took nearly 10 hours.
Considering that there is no direct contact between the two parties and there is no need to consider the possibility of changing the location, this is probably the safest way.
"Hasn't that phone rang yet?" Brian had deep worry hidden in his eyes.
Jack shook his head helplessly. The anonymous mobile phone given by the mysterious man was always on. He even turned on the positioning function, but there is still no movement.
Brian's worries are not without reason. If, as they suspected, the other party is coming for Alexis and Cassel, then Kim will no longer have any value and become The hostage who can be disposed of at will.
Now they can only hope that the other party will bring the "less important" Kim when the ransom is paid this time. Of course, it would be better if both girls can appear at the scene, but if By then there is only Alexis, and Kim is likely to be in trouble.
"It will be okay, just have hope." Jack himself felt that this kind of comfort was feeble, and he could only hope that Brian and Kim's halo as protagonists would be more powerful.
Brian said nothing more and opened another large sports backpack, which was covered with three bulletproof vests and underneath were neatly stacked 500 euros.
Jack picked up one of the bulletproof vests and put it on tightly, then picked up a stack of euros and flipped through them, which was quite real.
Although the other party gave them half a day, Chris is not here right now, and Jack cannot conjure up 5 million euros in France. It is possible for Cassel and Brian to scrape together.
But they didn’t even bring their passports with them this time. If they want to get so much cash from the French bank, the only way is probably to hijack the cash truck.
Fortunately, it is now basically clear that the other party has ulterior motives, and there is no need for them to dwell on the issue of whether to pay them honestly or not.
Brian, a retired agent, still had some old underground connections in Paris. He not only got Jack guns but also a batch of counterfeit money. "Watch that guy." With a warning, Jack picked up the violin case and sports bag and went out.
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The Palace of Fontainebleau is one of the largest royal palaces in France. It is located in a forest covering an area of 170 square kilometers on the left bank of the Seine. It has been used by French kings since the 12th century. The hunting palace is about 60 kilometers away from Paris.
The actual coordinates of the woods outside the Fontainebleau Palace that the kidnapper mentioned on the phone were thousands of miles away from the palace. Jack drove a car similar to the old one. The "twingo" car made by Renault drove around the neighborhood pretending to be a tourist.
After confirming that no one was around, he pushed the car directly into a small hole on the roadside, put on his ghillie suit and went into the forest. Not long after, there were several inaudible sounds from deep in the dense forest, startling a few birds.
At 3:30 p.m., a Mercedes-Benz After checking around, I quickly returned to the car.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian appeared on the other side of the forest road in a rented Citroen C5. He stopped the car after seeing the Mercedes-Benz pickup truck in the distance.
The two cars were about forty or fifty meters apart and waited for a while. Brian opened the door of the Citroën first, and then Cassel nervously got out of the car holding a large bag of money, and the two walked away together. Get to the front of the car.
The door of the Mercedes-Benz pickup truck opened again, and this time four guys wearing black ski masks got out. All of them were holding MP5 submachine guns. They were working in pairs, bending slightly and advancing cautiously towards this side.
Cassel resisted the urge to reach out and press the communicator in his ear, and his lips squirmed slightly, "This is wrong, where is Alexis?"
"Shut up! Follow the plan." was transmitted from the headset. Here came Jack's subtle warning sound, which seemed to only roll in his throat.
“Where is our daughter?” Seeing the four people approaching, Cassel threw the money bag he was holding on the ground, leaned over and opened the zipper to reveal the cash inside, then hurriedly returned to the front of the car and shouted loudly asked.
The four of them continued to approach without saying a word, until they were less than 10 meters away before stopping.
"Are you two alone?" The leader took out two photos and looked at Cassel and then at Brian, as if checking his identity.
Cassel nodded quickly, "Yes, there are only two of us."
"Rick Cassel? Who are you?" The leader pointed his gun at Brian.
"Brian Mills, the father of the other girl." Brian's voice became hoarse, "I brought the money you asked for, and now we just want to see our daughter."
"Hold your head with your hands, kneel down!" The leading kidnapper tilted his head slightly, and two people from the other group came up behind them with guns, put their guns to the back of Cassel and Brian's heads, and forced them to Kneel on the ground.
“We just want our daughter!” Cassel’s courage suddenly appeared from nowhere, and he suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly.
"Haha, they will meet you in hell!" The leader sneered and nodded slightly towards the two people behind Cassel and Brian, gesturing for them to take action.
The woods seemed to suddenly become quiet. The originally noisy chirping of birds seemed to have disappeared at this moment. A yellowing oak leaf fell from the branch and was instantly picked up by two out of nowhere. The incoming bullets shattered it.
No gunshots were heard, but with the roar of bullets tearing the air, two flowers of blood appeared on the heads of the two black hooded men standing behind Cassel and Brian almost at the same time.
Almost at the same time, Brian had put down his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, the "Spotted Viper" had reached the palm of his hand. With a "bang" shot, the black hood next to him was knocked down neatly.
Before he could react, the leader of the kidnappers found that he was alone. The panic in his heart had just risen. He subconsciously wanted to raise the MP5 in his hand, but saw that Brian's gun was already pointed at him. The next moment, continuous banging sounds were heard.
(End of this chapter)